Old age and sickness

So for the first time in a long time I am sick. I think that it happened because of the bottle of water that I didn't drink in fear of getting sick. It is just sometimes like that with me that for once I think that I should not do something because it will make me sick and then I get sick very soon after not doing it. I think that it is my body punishing me for not trusting in it's strength. Which is something that I always do, trust that no matter what happens my body can take care of me. It is part of who I am, an absolute faith in me; body, mind, and soul.

So the most intresting part of all of this is that one of my usual curealls for getting sick (running to burn the fever out) didn't work. I was barely able to complete my mile at normal pace. Lifting was fine, as was yoga but that run, it was just a strain. And then yesterday when the sickness really set in I was getting short winded just swinging a golf club. Actually had to go and sit down. Now I know what my dad goes through. All my life I have never understood the real difference between myself and others. I knew that I was in good shape but there were times when I just could not understand why they were not keeping up with me.

Here I sit not able to cross a room with out breathing hard and having the room spin. Going out of my mind with the need to exercise or do something. But I decided to stop pushups at commercials for the time being until I get better. I also broke down and took some medicine. While I am not too sure about how much it affected me I know that I am doing a little better than I was last night.

Roommate is really doing well, and I really appreciate her not really getting on my case like her last roommate would have for not helping out around the apartment.

Perfect time to get sick too, test tomorrow and paper due soon. Had to get excused from swimming which kills me because I really want to be in good shape for when I travel, you never know who you are going to see.